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the games we play
Contributed by
surge_joebot
on
Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 10:58:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Beating me down.
Lying dead on the ground.
Look at me so coldly.
So big of you...
To kick me while I'm down.
With your finger on the trigor.
My life in your hands.
The games we play.
Turn your back on me again.
Rise up against you.
A pressure on your chest.
I'm the one... who looks down at you now.
It's no game when your losing.
Not so much fun on the ground.
My finger on the trigor.
We play bang bang.
Your dead, maybe it's a game.
Whichever, I just won.
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2004-12-03 22:58:10] (Date/Time posted on
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